Douluo: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

He took the initiative to walk up to the two of them and introduce himself.

“Yu Tianheng”.

Yu Tianheng's reply was very indifferent.

"I am Tangshan."

As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Although Tang Shan was somewhat surprised as to why Yu Tianheng was so indifferent, he still responded warmly.

Ning Guangke was different from Tang Shan and Yu Tianheng. His father's status destined him to be a prominent figure at the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, thus forcing the temporarily unknown Tang Shan and Yu Tianheng to appear at the Grand Awakening Hall.

Tang Shan's lips twitched slightly. Fortunately, Ning Guang only came to say hello and then tactfully took his leave. However, many eyes were already on the two of them, especially on Yu Tianheng.

"Wow, who are those two? They're so cold to Ning Guang, they're so arrogant!" A boy in a yellow school uniform nudged his friend's arm, his eyes full of gossip.

"Looks unfamiliar, probably a freshman?" His companion scratched his head, his tone uncertain.

"These freshmen dare to be so arrogant? Just wait and see, they'll get what's coming to them in the practical class later! Senior Ning Guang has quite a few lackeys, I guarantee they'll have to be taught a lesson!"

"Help! Why is it another practical lesson?!" A round-faced boy rubbed his arm with a pained expression. "The bruises from last week's beating have just faded. If I have to do another one, I'll fall apart!"

"Come on, you're kidding me," the boy next to me rolled his eyes. "Teacher Ye Gong's healing soul skills are so effective, this little injury should have healed long ago. Are you faking it?"

"Shh—keep your voice down!" The round-faced boy quickly covered his mouth and said, "I'm just trying to make my mom hear this, hoping she'll talk to my dad and maybe get this stupid class canceled."

"And then what happened?"

"And the result?" The round-faced boy's face fell, on the verge of tears. "My mom felt sorry for me, so she sold me off right away. My dad gave me an extra 'mixed doubles' beating,' so now I'm really adding insult to injury!"

P.S.: If nothing unexpected happens, there should be five chapters today. Monthly votes are reset to zero, so I'll calculate the bonus chapter based on 1300 votes. Then I'll recalculate the monthly votes for this year; I still owe 6 chapters, including the bonus chapter for 7000 favorites. Also, it seems yesterday's author's note can't be used; I'll see if I can use it now. If I can, I'll send thanks for the two days' worth of monthly votes and recommendation tickets.

Chapter 141 Yu Tianheng Gets Troublesome, and Little Fatty Xie Fei's Scheme

"You have a conflict with him?"

After watching Ning Guang leave, Tang Shan looked at Yu Tianheng with some curiosity.

"There's no contradiction."

Yu Tianheng's answer was so brief and perfunctory that he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Then why were you so cold just now? Her father is Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Yu Tianheng's lips curled into a faint sneer, and he said casually, "A guy with mediocre talent isn't worth my time to give him a friendly look."

Tang Shan's expression grew increasingly strange: "Didn't you just tell me 'there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters'? How long has it been, and your inspirational quote has already expired?"

Yu Tianheng glanced at him, his eyes serious: "After seeing real monsters, I realized that talent is a vast chasm. Many gaps cannot be easily bridged by hard work."

Tang Shan was puzzled: How come Yu Tianheng seems to have changed his personality after only one day?

Little did he know that ever since witnessing Tangshan's sudden enlightenment and the extraordinary phenomena that triggered the heavens and earth, Yu Tianheng's beliefs had already crumbled and been rebuilt. Those motivational platitudes were utterly useless in the face of absolute talent. He was now completely focused on catching up with this "monster" in front of him, and he couldn't be bothered to waste any energy on unimportant people and things.

"Hey! You're way too arrogant!"

A delicate yet angry voice suddenly rang out. Before Tang Shan could react, a small hand with a slight callus shoved him aside. Given Tang Shan's stable lower body, he could have remained completely still, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the person coming was Chong Yutianheng. He simply took the opportunity to step back, even moving two steps to the side to find a position with an excellent view. He crossed his arms, adopting a "front row melon seeds ready" attitude to watch the show.

The girl who arrived was slender and graceful. Her yellow school uniform accentuated her slim waist and shapely figure. Her eyebrows were raised sharply, her phoenix eyes were wide open, her nose was slightly furrowed, and the stray hairs at her temples were slightly sticking up due to her anger. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her knuckles were white, making her look like a little leopard that had been provoked.

Tangshan watched with great interest; this melon had come at just the right time, providing a welcome respite from the boredom of waiting for the practical lesson.

He couldn't help but think to himself: Is this girl Ning Guang's number one die-hard fan? Her protectiveness towards her calf is even more powerful than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's auxiliary soul skills. I just don't know if her strength can keep up with this fiery temper.

"Who are you?"

Yu Tianheng remained as calm and collected as ever, his gaze not lingering on the girl for even half a second, as if she were just air standing in front of him.

Tang Shan, watching from the side, almost burst out laughing: Goodness, that's quite a change! He was perfectly normal while we were eating, but now he's too lazy to even be perfunctory.

"I'm the leader of the Ningguang Society!" The girl's chest heaved slightly, her tone urgent and angry. "Senior Ningguang took the initiative to greet you, which is a huge favor to you, and you still gave him the cold shoulder! This is an insult to Senior Ningguang! Either come with me now to apologize to Senior Ningguang, or in the practical class later, I'll show you what regret is!"

Two girls in matching yellow school uniforms followed behind her, chiming in, "That's right! Sister Su Rui is a Soul Master level expert; dealing with a newbie like you is a piece of cake!"

"Apologize right now, or you'll regret it!"

Yu Tianheng finally raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Su Rui and the other two. His tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable arrogance: "Soul Master? Perfect. I hope your strength matches your confidence, and that you don't last more than three rounds against me."

After saying that, he didn't even bother to look at Su Rui again, as if he had just dismissed an insignificant little bug.

Holy crap! I give this a perfect score for being so cool!

Tang Shan almost couldn't help but clap and cheer. He finally understood that Yu Tianheng was putting all his energy into cultivation, too lazy to even argue with people, and directly using his strength to make threats. But then again, with Yu Tianheng's abilities, he really had the right to be arrogant.

The second ring of the millennium's secret method of dragon transformation, if this girl really fights him, the outcome is really hard to say.

He quietly stepped back, afraid that he might get splashed if a fight broke out later, but in his heart he was thinking: I hope I can see this duel in the practical class later. This show is much more interesting than a simple competition.

"Class has started."

Before anyone knew it, Qin Ming had arrived in the arena, his voice echoing across the empty space, amplified by his soul power.

Even though they were very reluctant, the members quickly divided themselves into three groups according to their level.

Seeing that the line was complete, Qin Ming put his hands behind his back, his expression no longer as gentle as in yesterday's class. His expression was serious and his voice was cold: "I know that many of you are unwilling to participate in the practical training course, and some have even tried to injure themselves or ask their elders to cancel the course."

A boy wearing the Tianwei school uniform, with a youthful expression, subconsciously lowered his head.

"But let me tell you, none of this will help. A few days ago, your elders paid a special visit to the three education commissioners. After discussion, they unanimously decided that practical training courses will not only not be reduced or canceled, but will be further increased."

This news came like a bolt from the blue, causing most of the Tianwei and Tianzhi level students to change their expressions, while only a few Tiandou level students wearing purple school uniforms remained calm.

It's not that they have a good mindset: those who can become Heavenly Dou-level students either have worked their way up through years of training, even though cultivating talent doesn't count as leaving school, which is the intention of the younger generation;

They were either geniuses who loved cultivation and combat, and didn't take the added practical training seriously.

"Alright, without further ado, let's begin the practical training. The requirements for today are the same as before: each person must fight at least five battles, with a maximum of two losses—if someone reaches three losses, I will personally spar with them. In addition, each person will have two two-on-two matches, with no requirement to win or lose."

Qin Ming took out a notebook, looked up and glanced at the boys in front of him, feeling a little regretful.

Unfortunately, they haven't undergone real training, and the intensity of their battles is still too low. If there's a chance, perhaps they could take a team to the Grand Arena for some practice.

Recalling his teaching experience at Shrek Academy, Qin Ming couldn't help but smile slightly—in his view, that was the best training for Soul Masters.

"You're from Tangshan, right? I'm Xie Fei, and I'm here to challenge you."

A somewhat rough voice rang out beside him. Tang Shan looked over with some curiosity and saw a bald, fat man in front of him, with a body like a ball, short limbs, and eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a hint of shrewdness.

"I'm new here and I don't know the rules of the practical training class. Could you explain them to me?"

Hearing Tang Shan's inquiry, Xie Fei became even more delighted: Just as I expected, this Tang Shan must be Yu Tianheng's lackey; the two of them enrolled together. Daring to provoke Ning Guang, regardless of his actual strength, his background must be extraordinary; it's best not to provoke him. Even if this lackey is a genius, he's definitely no match for me, Xie Fei. Today I need to fight five matches, winning at least three; I must find an easy opponent to pick on.

Yu Tianheng: Tangshan is my little follower? Either I have a problem, or you have a problem.

With his mind racing, Xie Fei put on a bright smile: "No problem, no problem! The rules are actually quite simple. Just like Teacher Qin Ming said, you can challenge anyone. You can challenge opponents of the same level or those of a higher level, but higher-level students cannot challenge lower-level students."

"Aren't you afraid of match-fixing?"

Tangshan was somewhat curious.

"Those who can enter the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy are all extraordinary individuals. If you throw a match, you'll not only lose face for yourself, but also for the forces behind you. The academy teachers might not go too far because of your status, but they won't hold back against your elders."

At this point, Xie Fei's face twitched involuntarily, clearly indicating that he had a wealth of experience in this area.

"Besides, the teachers who teach practical classes are very discerning. They can tell at a glance whether you've given it your all. If a teacher sets their sights on you and 'sparses' with you, you'll be in for a rough time."

"I see. Alright, I accept your challenge."

After understanding the specific procedures of the practical training course, Tang Shan readily accepted the challenge from the fat man in front of him. He didn't care why the other party took the initiative to challenge him; anyway, there was only one outcome when facing him—defeat. To be honest, he was quite curious about the strength of those Heavenly Fighting level students, and perhaps he could try it out later.

The two walked up to Qin Ming. Qin Ming's gaze lingered on Tang Shan for a moment before turning to Xie Fei: "Tang Shan, Xie Fei, right? Wait a moment. The first five groups have almost finished. Counting your group, we'll have five groups in total. Go and rest in the waiting area."

"Okay, teacher."

Xie Fei readily agreed, and seeing that Qin Ming had already made notes in his notebook, he felt that his first victory was just around the corner.

Tang Shan nodded, and then walked towards the waiting area under Xie Fei's lead.

After Qin Ming finished recording, he couldn't help but look up at Xie Fei again and shook his head slightly.

He knew this chubby kid; he was a master at finding loopholes. A series of maneuvers—calculating the number of rounds, self-inflicted injury before the battle, playing the victim at home, and picking on the weak…

The crooked methods that most students at the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy use to avoid practical classes are things this little fat guy has already done.

Today he tried to bully the new students again, hoping to win a match as soon as possible, but he probably didn't expect that he had kicked a hornet's nest.

To be honest, even disregarding the difference in spirit rings, his chances of winning against Yu Tianheng are higher than against Tang Shan, after all, his spirit is...

The playground of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy has five large stone arenas, each with a diameter of thirty meters.

Although the space is very cramped for high-level Soul Masters, it is more than enough for students who are at most Soul Venerables.

Because there are five venues, five battles can take place simultaneously at any given time.

There was an old man next to the venue, whom all the students called Old Han.

His martial soul is the Golden Rope, making him a control-type battle soul saint, specifically responsible for maintaining the safety of practical combat classes.

Whenever a student is defeated in a fierce battle, he will instantly throw out a long golden rope and pull the student to his side.

In contrast, instructors in practical courses only need to focus on the participants' performance and whether they are giving it their all.

Soon, it was the turn of the two from Tangshan to take the stage.

P.S.: Oh my god, I just found out today that the author's commentary can't exceed 500 words. No wonder it was published yesterday; it was because it exceeded the word limit.

Chapter 142 Xie Fei's Martial Soul, Yu Tianheng, a Soft Persimmon?

"Go all out, don't hold back."

Seeing that all ten students were in place, Qin Ming gave a reminder, and then focused most of his attention on the battle between Tang Shan and Xie Fei. He was somewhat expectant: "Your main body martial soul and two thousand-year soul rings, let me see just how strong you really are."

After stepping onto the stage, Xie Fei scratched his head sheepishly.

"Now that I'm on the field, there's nothing for me to hide. Since you're a new student, you probably don't have much practical experience. I'm mainly here to pick on the weak."

The fat guy was quite frank; he wasn't offended by the other person's petty schemes. It was just a competition, after all. He was even a little curious: "How do you know I lack practical experience?"

"Hehe, is that even a question? With your delicate skin, you must come from some noble family. I am a nobleman myself, don't you know? How could I have any combat experience before coming to the academy?"

Tang Shan looked at his body speechlessly. To be honest, his explosive muscles were not visible under the school uniform. In addition, the improvement of his body by his martial soul made him look delicate and tender from the outside.

"Alright, that's enough. I'm going to take this easy target."

Xie Fei's face was beaming with a bright smile as his martial spirit instantly possessed him: his nose bridge suddenly lengthened, the tip of his nose became round and smooth like rubber, and his originally short limbs stretched as if inflated by an airflow, with a rubbery soft luster between his muscles. It was none other than his martial spirit, Pipi Elephant!

Two yellow soul rings overlapped beneath his feet, and the first soul ring suddenly lit up, activating the soul skill "Rubber Body"!

With the enhancement of the soul skill, the already flexible body's skin elasticity increased dramatically, and the fat no longer loose, but instead tightened into a taut "rubber layer".

He pushed off the ground with both feet, his bulky body suddenly bouncing up like a ball, his left arm stretching three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in an instant like a rubber band, his fingertips whistling through the air as he stabbed Tang Shan in the face.

Rubber Man?

Seeing this visually striking transformation of his martial soul, Tang Shan also became interested. Xie Fei's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze fixed on Tang Shan's feet.

Two deep purple soul rings slowly rose, and the pressure of the thousand-year-old soul rings made his rubber body unconsciously tense up a bit.

"What the hell!"

Xie Fei, who was falling rapidly, was dumbfounded. His left wrist, which had just been stretched to its limit, was firmly gripped by Tang Shan. A tremendous force suddenly came, and like a rubber band being pulled, his vertically falling body was pulled sideways and flew towards Tang Shan.

Xie Fei wished he could admit defeat on the spot, but there was no rule against admitting defeat in the practical training class; it could only end with Han Lao's judgment.

What the hell is this?! I just bumped into a hedgehog!

In his grief and anger, Xie Fei unleashed the full power of his martial spirit: his right arm stretched out instantly like his left, and his rubber-textured fist slammed into Tang Shan's temple with a crackling sound; at the same time, his left foot pushed off the ground, his ankle stretching into a flexible rubber rope, sweeping towards Tang Shan's chest with a powerful gust of wind, the stretching angles of his limbs extremely tricky.

Bang! Tang Shan raised his hand to block, the rubber fist hitting his palm, but the elasticity of the rubber fist absorbed most of the force; he raised his left leg in the same way, his body twisting into an incredible arc, his knee precisely hitting the center of the stretched rubber foot.

His attack missed, and Xie Fei snorted coldly, "Watch my backup plan!"

The left arm, gripped by Tang Shan, suddenly writhed violently. The muscles beneath the rubbery texture contracted and exploded, instantly doubling the pulling force. Like a spring stretched to its limit suddenly snapping back, it dragged Tang Shan's body down at an even faster speed. His bulky body curled up into a round rubber ball, the air around him swirling and hissing as he crashed into Tang Shan with the force of smashing through stone slabs.

The moment Xie Fei's muscles contracted, Tang Shan had already sensed the change in the elasticity of his rubber body. Faced with this powerful "rubber ball impact," he smiled slightly: Since it was I who held your arm in place, giving you the force to bounce back, then I'll let go.

His hand suddenly released its grip, and he dodged to the side, the "rubber ball" grazing his clothes as it slammed heavily onto the stone slab of the arena.

boom!

There was no dull thud from a physical impact, only the crisp echo of rubber colliding with stone. Xie Fei's body bounced three feet high off the ground like an extremely elastic ball, and then, with even greater force, crashed into Tang Shan again.

"Hehe, Tangshan, you didn't expect that, did you! My rubber body can not only stretch, but also perfectly rebound impact force!"

The sound came out muffledly from the "rubber ball". This time the impact angle was tricky and blocked all of Tangshan's evasive routes.

interesting.

A golden light flashed in Tang Shan's eyes, his first soul ring lit up, and his arms instantly swelled into iron pillars as he unleashed the "Pushing Waves" technique from the Wuji Fist.